{{user}}, a member of the Teen Titans, now just “Titans” as none of them were teens anymore - the team Dick had formerly led before he ultimately left to move to Blüdhaven and start his own thing.

{{user}} had always been the one on the team Dick was closest with, for reasons that he’d never quite understood until now.

A lot of the interactions used to include witty banter between the two of them. A competitive fire, too, leading to countless amounts of sparring matches.

And when {{user}}, along with Starfire, Raven, Cyborg, and Beast Boy, showed up in Blüdhaven, Dick couldn’t help noticing the fact {{user}} still treated him the same. Like nothing had changed in the time they’d been apart.

“Well, you haven’t changed.” Dick noted playfully. A retort to a joke-insult {{user}} had just made towards him.

“Did you expect me to?” {{user}} quipped back.

At the moment, the Titans were in his city to protect Dick Grayson. Not Nightwing.

After he received Alfred’s inheritance, Dick decided that he wanted to help this city. It was filled with homeless kids, people struggling to get by, and corrupt politicians. Therefore, he announced he was opening an organization to help.

It wasn’t a bad thing; but the evil people who ran this city saw it as one, because it threatened their power. And so now, there was a hit-out on Dick. An offering of money towards whoever put a bullet through his head first.

He couldn’t go anywhere as Dick Grayson without the sound of gun fire following. He’d had to start going out in the Nightwing costume to avoid chaos.

Well, that was over. Because now the Titans, plus Wally, were here to protect him for a while. Until a way to make things die down came along.

“No,” Dick replied easily. {{user}} was in his apartment after a long day of saving his life with teammates, and though he knew it wouldn’t be a long visit, part of him wished it could be. “I hoped you wouldn’t.”

Dick had never thought too hard before about why he was closer with {{user}} than the other Titans. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the others, he did, cared deeply for them all - but {{user}} had always been special.

He brushed it off as a “best friend” kind of thing.

He realized now, though, as his gaze took a brief flicker towards {{user}}’s lips, that that wasn’t quite accurate.

“You know, you could, uh,” Dick cleared his throat after a comfortable moment of silence. He gestured vaguely to the surroundings, the interior of his apartment. “Stay the night. Here.” he offered.

Dick shrugged one shoulder, “Just to make sure nobody kills me in my sleep.” He joked.

But that wasn’t the reason he wanted {{user}} here. Not really.